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Not This Time

Martens shone his standard issue flashlight into the workshop pit hoping that he wouldn’t see what he already knew he would see. He’d got the smell of blood even before he and Rubens had forced open the rusting doors. The … Continue reading

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No Doubt but No Proof

Martens discarded the no-longer-clean crime-of-scene overalls and scowled into the interior of the blood-splattered walk-in food freezer as he watched the police lensman diligently snapping away at rows of naked chicken carcasses, trays of whole cold-eyed salmon and tuna, and … Continue reading

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No tie pin?

Martens stared moodily into the gloom of the underground car park, unlit apart from one corner which was illuminated by bright lamps powered by the portable generators brought in by the scene-of-crime team. God, he thought to himself, what a … Continue reading

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